Karen and I went out for lunch today after an AA meeting. I've got in the habit of carrying my two Klonopin around with me everywhere in a pill bottle. "In case of emergencies," I tell myself. I can't leave the house without them.
While we were eating, my pill bottle was bothering me in my pocket, so I placed it on the table with little thought.
"What's that?" Karen asked.
"My nerve pills," I replied with a wary smile.
"Do I make you nervous?" she then asked me.
"No, no, no," I stammered.
We both broke out in laughter after I explained to Karen why I carry them with me. She then wanted to know all about my anxiety attacks. How long I've had them. How long they last. She seems to think she is suffering from some as well. Just two battle scarred alcoholics leaving the battlefield and joining AA.